Well, we finally heard back from the first-offer candidate... and she said yes. I like her, so I'm ok with all of that. But I don't know how to tell my friend that he didn't get the job. And he lost his adjunct job when they found out he lived out of the area... and he doesn't have another job offer yet (he does have a 2nd interview though).
I don't know how to tell him... his wife's grandma - who she was close to - just died this past week, and they had the funeral this weekend. Now, more bad news for their entire family. They were hoping he would get the job out here, so that he and his wife could move back (her family is from southeast Michigan).
Boy, this sucks. Puts my "Oh, waaahhhh, I'm not losing weight fast enough... boohoo" into perspective, doesn't it?
Other things do suck more than the size of my ass.
I ran tonight for over 3 miles. It was the first time I went farther than 3 miles since I've moved here... I ran my last 5K race on July 10th, I think. And I may have ran 3 miles again after that but before we moved, but I can't remember. Then we moved, and I fell, and then I didn't run again till a couple months ago.
I am officially back to 5K runs. I don't know if I can run a 5K as fast as I could before, but with a little practice - on all these hills - I think I could get there again.
Coach Nancy had a quote in a Spark email that I got this morning:
"Trust the process. As long as you are embracing healthy habits, changes are happening within you."
Boy, I hope that's true. I have been eating my fruits and veggies, exercising a ton more than I used to (especially now that I've been walking to and from work most days), and now I'm even getting better with my water. I've been on Sparkpeople a lot, trying to make new Spark Friends, reading articles, trying to stay motivated. Not "excited." But motivated to finish.
Tonight I thought about cutting out after 2 miles... I was running loops around my neighborhood, past my house... which is hard to do. But I forced myself to turn the other way, and just keep going. And then when I was almost done, I thought "I can just stop here, at the house" but then I somehow convinced myself "just go the other 4 houses and get to the end of the street, and then we can figure out how much farther". Then I got to the end of the street, and I turned around and ran back to the house again. I just kept pushing a little bit and a little bit, and I did over 3 miles. I somehow convinced myself to run another mile, even when I felt like being done at 2.
But the more I say "I don't feel like it" and listen to that voice... the less likely it will be that I get thinner.
Yesterday, I took a break from working my poor legs - between running and walking, they're tired. But I did lift some weights. Gotta get rid of those dreaded bat wings.